Do one good deed every day

Mrs. Hu had been feeling rather down during the summer vacation because Ah Bin had gone home, and Mr. Hu had been working overtime frequently lately. Every evening after work, she was home alone, bored and restless, taking care of the children, which kept her spirits low. Finally, the summer vacation was almost over, and this weekend, Mr. Hu's company organized a field trip for employees and their families, which Mrs. Hu and her two children also participated in, which lifted her spirits somewhat.
Early Saturday morning, Mr. Hu's colleagues from his department gathered at their house, making it a lively and bustling place as they noisily allocated personnel, vehicles, and equipment. Once everything was arranged, they filed downstairs, boarded the cars, and prepared to leave.
Mr. and Mrs. Hu were the last to lock the door when they suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out, "Mr. Hu, going out?"
Before Mrs. Hu even turned around, her heart began to pound, her lower abdomen ached, and her face flushed. It turned out that Ah Bin had taken advantage of the free time to return home early.
"Yes, we're going to Jinshan Barbecue," Mr. Hu said politely. "Want to come along?"
"No, thank you." Ah Bin waved the two large bags in his hands. "I have a lot of things to pack."
Mr. Hu waved goodbye and went downstairs with Mrs. Hu.
Ah Bin stood at the top of the stairs watching them go down the steps, and then waited for a while. Sure enough, he heard the "thump thump" of footsteps. Mrs. Hu had made some excuse to her husband and came running back up.
Ah Bin looked at her with a grin. She ran up to the stairs, hugged Ah Bin, and showered him with kisses. Ah Bin was fine, but she herself was panting heavily from the kisses.
"You rascal, you finally came back..." She buried her face in Ah Bin's chest, then looked up at him and said, "Don't wander off, wait for me tonight."
Ah Bin put down his bag and groped her all over, then pinched her breasts and teased, "Don't wait until tonight, let's do it now."
"Oh..." Mrs. Hu felt a tingling sensation from his touch: "Ugh... no... everyone's waiting for me downstairs... tonight... um..."
Ah Bin knew this, so he let her go, kissed her again, and Mrs. Hu reluctantly turned and went downstairs again. Ah Bin also went up to the roof and into his room.
Mrs. Hu went down to the front door, got into her husband's car, and everyone cheered and set off in a grand procession.
The route they chose was the coastal highway. Along the way, the weather was beautiful, with gentle breezes, birdsong, fragrant flowers, blue skies, white clouds
, and vibrant colors. The traffic was heavy, crowded, and people were everywhere, making it difficult to move forward or backward. They were in a state of utter misery, struggling to get anywhere. Finally, before noon, they arrived at the Jinshan Youth Activity Center. Everyone stretched their limbs after getting out of the car before dividing into groups to collect vegetables, meat, sauces, pots, pans, charcoal, and stoves. They then went into the windbreak forest in
small groups to start fires and build stoves. The Hu family and the general manager's family were in the same group. The general manager's
wife had started to gain weight in middle age, but she was still beautiful and exuded femininity. She brought her twin sons, both eighteen years old, who had just finished their university entrance exams
and looked very energetic. There were also two unmarried female employees in the group: an accountant and the general manager's secretary. The secretary had brought her boyfriend along, making the group quite lively.
As soon as the general manager arrived, he busied himself greeting the groups, so Mr. Hu was in charge of starting the fire. The twin brothers were helping out by adding charcoal and shoveling meat, while the secretary and her boyfriend were playing with the two children from the Hu family. The other ladies were all squatting around the stove, chattering away, but not really helping.
"Thank you for your help, Manager Hu," said the general manager's wife.
"Not at all, Mrs. Weng," said Mr. Hu.
"Mrs. Weng," Mrs. Hu asked, "Your two handsome brothers look exactly alike. How do you tell who's the older brother and who's the younger brother?"
The brothers, hearing them mentioned, one wearing a baseball cap was busy spreading sauce on slices of meat and skewers, while the other, without a cap, was smiling at Mrs. Hu.
Mrs. Weng chuckled and said, "To be honest, sometimes I can't tell them apart either. Anyway, the naughty one is the older brother, Bowen, and the shy one is the younger brother, Zhongwen."
The accountant joked with the brothers, and sure enough, the one spreading sauce pulled his baseball cap even lower, not daring to lift his head, while the other started bickering with them.
Zhongwen, head bowed, peeked at the people around him through the brim of his hat. It was hot, and everyone's clothes were simple. The accountant, who was currently joking around with Bowen, was only wearing short jeans, revealing her long, fair
, and alluring legs, her skin supple and radiating youthful vitality. He noticed that the secretary's boyfriend was also stealing glances at the accountant's legs, and he couldn't help but sneer. The secretary, compared to the accountant, had a far more beautiful figure. Although she wore capri pants, they clung tightly to her skin, outlining the alluring curves between her hips and legs. She wore a sleeveless round-neck top, and Zhongwen noticed two soft, large mounds swaying inside. He swallowed hard, stunned.
The secretary was joking with the Hu family's children, tickling them. The two little devils quickly hid behind their mother. Mrs. Hu, sitting on a low stool, was caught off guard by their tugging and lost her balance slightly. However, she was clearly very good-natured, letting them cuddle without scolding them.
Mrs. Hu was wearing a soft cotton casual dress and sat very low, directly opposite Zhongwen. Zhongwen's heart suddenly started pounding, because from the hem of Mrs. Hu's dress, there was a cleverly concealed view. Although her knees were together, if she shifted her position, he could see a deep secret. The area where her legs crossed was bulging, and although the light and shadow were blurry, it was very alluring.
A surging and awkward pressure rose in Zhongwen's chest. He felt a strange, hard thing in his pants, and he became uneasy, his eyes still fixed on the place he shouldn't be looking at.
Bowen leaned closer and whispered, "What are you doing?"
Zhongwen didn't answer, his face flushed as he continued with his work.
Suddenly, Mrs. Hu stood up, picked up two buckets, and walked away. Zhongwen was somewhat disappointed, but also temporarily relieved.
Mrs. Hu looked around as she walked, and after walking a few dozen steps, she heard someone behind her ask, "Mrs. Hu, what are you looking for?"
"Ah! Mr. Weng," Mrs. Hu turned around and saw it was the general manager, "I want to get some water, but I don't know where it is."
"Water?" The general manager also looked around, "Ah, there seems to be some over there..."
A dozen meters away, on the edge of the woods, in the weeds, there was a cement pillar with a faucet attached.
"Yes," Mrs. Hu said with a smile, "Thank you."
"Are you alone? I'll help you." The general manager said, taking one of the buckets from her hand.
They walked to the cement pillar, and Mrs. Hu bent down and turned the faucet, only hearing a loud "gurgling" sound, but not a single drop of water came out. Both of them couldn't help but chuckle. The general manager turned around again, looking around, and said, "Ah! There's another switch over there!"
Mrs. Hu looked in that direction and sure enough, there was another identical cement pillar not far away, only this time separated from it by overgrown weeds. She frowned as the general manager kicked the weeds and walked over. She quickly grabbed her bucket and followed.
In a few steps, the weeds grew to her knees, and later even to her shoulders. She cautiously cleared the weeds step by step. Near the cement pillar, where the weeds were shorter, she quickly half-hopped over.
The general manager turned on the tap, and a "whoosh" of water rang out—this time there was water.
"Oh dear..." Mrs. Hu suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
"What's wrong?" The general manager turned around. Mrs. Hu was bent over, her right knee bent, and her left palm slapped against her inner thigh. When she released it, she saw a large, bright red ant had bitten her inner thigh.
A red, swollen patch immediately appeared on Mrs. Hu's fair and delicate skin. She was in pain and itchy, almost unable to stand. The general manager quickly turned off the tap, turned over the water bucket to help her sit down, and squatted in front of her to examine the bite.
Mrs. Hu pressed her hand tightly to her groin, her face aching. The general manager kindly took her hand; it was soft and supple, almost boneless. His heart fluttered for a moment, and he swallowed hard, saying, "Take your hand away, let me see."
Mrs. Hu's hand was held firmly by the general manager, and she had no choice but to let it go. He looked at the small, red, swollen bump and gently picked at it with his fingers.
"Ugh... um..." Mrs. Hu frowned.
"Does it hurt a lot?" The general manager looked intently at her thigh.
"Ugh!" Mrs. Hu said, "It hurts... and it itches..."
"Let me rub it for you."
Without waiting for Mrs. Hu's opinion, he began to rub and pinch the swelling with his thumb and forefinger. Mrs. Hu experienced alternating sensations of pleasure and discomfort, and couldn't help but groan softly.
Mrs. Hu's sweet, melodious voice gave the general manager a strange feeling. Mrs. Hu was moaning softly, and the general manager, so close to her, inhaling her mature, fragrant scent, suddenly felt a surge of heat rise in his lower abdomen, rushing to his chest, making his heart race, then surging down to his groin. His penis, unable to hold back, hardened.
He continued to press and knead her swollen mound, then forcefully squeezed out a small drop of clear liquid from its tip.
"Ouch...ouch..." Mrs. Hu cried out in pain, grabbing the general manager's shoulders with both hands.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." the general manager quickly apologized, realizing he had hurt her.
He changed his approach, gently stroking the lump with his index and middle fingers, and Mrs. Hu felt much better. The skin here was pampered, fine and smooth. Mrs. Hu, caught off guard, hadn't bothered with elegance while sitting on the tub, her pink legs spread wide. Although she had pulled down her skirt for cover, the damned ant bite was positioned particularly high, meaning the area the general manager was touching was practically a military fortress.
The general manager, head bowed, sweat beading on his forehead, secretly flattened his palm and spread his little finger to increase the contact area between his fingertip and Mrs. Hu's thigh flesh—soft, white, and tender. Good heavens, how could this woman have such a wonderful texture?
His little finger tip secretly extended into her skirt, feeling increasingly stuffy heat; he was probably nearing his limit. Suddenly, his little fingertip pressed against a soft, elastic patch. The general manager's heart skipped a beat—oh no, she was definitely going to be angry.
He looked up at her, their eyes meeting. Mrs. Hu's face was flushed, but she didn't seem angry. The general manager grew bolder. He didn't pull his little finger away, but moved his ring finger over as well. Hmm, the plump feeling was even more pronounced.
Mrs. Hu's eyes shifted between confusion and surprise, but she didn't seem to refuse. Her eyelids drooped lower and lower, her chest felt tight, and her whole body felt hot and restless.
"Are you feeling any better?" the general manager asked, trying to start a conversation.
"Hmm," Mrs. Hu said, pretending not to know about her fingers, "It doesn't hurt as much, but it's very itchy."
"Oh?" The general manager then pressed harder on his hand, rubbing and grinding around the lump. Naturally, his ring and middle fingers also teased the valley. He slowly noticed that his fingers could now distinguish the crevices of the meat pie, and the fabric covering the meat pie was gradually becoming damp.
"Is it still itchy?" he asked, his hand not stopping.
"Mmm... very itchy!" Mrs. Hu said.
"What should we do..." he pondered, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "That's right, we learned in the Boy Scouts that if you get bitten by an ant, you can use ammonia to neutralize the formic acid." "
Heh heh," Mrs. Hu laughed: "You were a Boy Scout?"
A man in his fifties and a Boy Scout were indeed hard to reconcile, and the general manager awkwardly couldn't find the words to say. After a while, he continued: "If you don't have ammonia, you can pee. By the way, do you have any to pee?" Of
course, Mrs. Hu didn't pee. Her cheeks flushed, and she shook her head.
"That will only make it hurt more and more," the old Boy Scout said, his fingers still pressing and digging into the fluffy meat pie.
"Then what should we do?" Mrs. Hu half-closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.
The general manager said helplessly, "There's no other way, it's an emergency, I'll just use my urine."
He knelt down, straightened his back, pulled up the cuff of his shorts, and rummaged around until he pulled out a dark, fleshy intestine. Its surface was rough and uneven, the top of the intestine was shiny and oily, and it seemed to be nodding, with a single, glistening teardrop at the tip of its single eye. He held it firmly in his hand, and placed the front half against Mrs. Hu's lap. Mrs. Hu immediately felt a hot, surging sensation spread rapidly from the point of contact on her inner thigh, her mind reeling. Her hands, which had been gripping his shoulder, slipped, and she ended up in a soft embrace, her face resting on his shoulder, sighing softly.
The general manager wasn't a fool. He held his penis in his right hand and wrapped his left arm around her waist, pulling her closer until their chests were pressed tightly together. Mrs. Hu let out a soft "Mmm." Although she couldn't see, she knew the general manager's glans was rubbing against the inside of her thigh. His strange hands were always so annoying; even though he was busy, he still managed to use his little finger and ring finger to continue teasing that increasingly moist paradise.
"You... um..." Mrs. Hu said, pressing her chin against his cheek, "Do you need to pee?"
"Um..." the general manager said, "I can't pee either, but I just had a little bit of water on it, it might help a little!"
"But did you manage to apply it?" Mrs. Hu asked.
"Why don't you hold it for me?" the general manager said.
"Oh..." Mrs. Hu hesitated for a moment, "Is that alright?"
"It's okay!" The two adults were playing a childish and hypocritical game of house.
The general manager took Mrs. Hu's delicate hand and guided it to his penis. Mrs. Hu timidly grasped it, and indeed, it was long, hard, and burning hot. She gently stroked it a couple of times, then suddenly let go, saying, "I think I don't want it anymore..."
The general manager, of course, wouldn't let her go. He quickly said, "No, no, this won't work. Quickly, hold it and rub it a few more times, be good, listen to me..."
Mrs. Hu indeed listened. She lifted his penis again and asked, "Then... what should I do?"
"Hmm," the general manager began to kiss her cheeks and chin, "See where it itches the most, then you can apply it there..."
Mrs. Hu shook the general manager's penis, pressing it against the swollen welts. The general manager, having some free time, simply cupped her entire vulva, gently stroking it up and down.
So the scene was quite interesting. Mrs. Hu sat on the overturned bucket with her legs spread wide. The general manager knelt in front of her, their embrace almost tight, but each of them had one hand missing. Both were visibly trembling and twitching. Perhaps
Mrs. Hu remembered the general manager's instructions to apply the ointment to the itchiest spot, or for some other reason, her hand's penis veered off course, slowly moving towards her groin. Though slow, it still reached her. Soon after, the general manager felt his glans touch a soft, fine fabric. He even wondered if he heard a "squelch" sound, because he immediately felt a large amount of liquid seeping from the fabric, making his glans incredibly sticky.
"Take it back quickly," the general manager said. "You peed, quickly use it to apply..."
Although he said this, his lower body kept bumping against Mrs. Hu's genitals. Mrs. Hu naturally didn't want to take it back, only giving incoherent "ee-ee-ooh" responses.
The general manager pressed his penis against the vulva, but his other hand remained, touching Mrs. Hu's small, protruding nipple. Mrs. Hu couldn't help but shiver. The general manager then pinched and rubbed it through the fabric of her panties. Mrs. Hu finally couldn't resist, her eyes rolled back, and she climaxed with a gush of fluid.
"Ugh... ugh... um... um..." Mrs. Hu panted.
"What's wrong?" the general manager asked.
Mrs. Hu refused to answer his question, only pleading, "You... your hand... please take it away..."
"Ugh... take it away?" The general manager said, "Okay!"
He really moved his hand away, but at the same time, his index finger and thumb were still pinching the fabric of Mrs. Hu's panties. In other words, he had already pulled her panties open. Naturally, his glans would invade her vulva, and since her vulva was so wet, the general manager didn't even need to use any force. With a light touch, he could spread the petals open and bury the tip halfway inside.
"Oh..." Mrs. Hu rolled her eyes, still feigning innocence, "It's...it's okay...my...my wound isn't itchy anymore..."
"Really?" The general manager was very principled, "Let me check."
The general manager's method of checking was to thrust his buttocks forward, and about a third of his long penis was helplessly swallowed by Mrs. Hu's trap. The general manager pulled back, then thrust forward again, this time with a "whoosh," another third went in.
"Oh...oh...good brother...ah...so deep...so deep...mmm..." Mrs. Hu tilted her head back, unable to continue her act.
"Uh oh..." The general manager also exclaimed, "God, you're so tight!"
Now that the masks were off, the two no longer needed to pretend, and kissed each other mouth to mouth, their heads and necks intertwined, ready for close physical combat.
The general manager reached behind Mrs. Hu, one hand supporting her buttocks, the other gripping her panties, and slowly began to thrust in and out. Mrs. Hu's vagina contracted sharply, the flesh trembling uncontrollably. After several rounds, the general manager finally inserted his entire penis into Mrs. Hu's beautiful vagina.
"Oh... General... General Manager... you... ah... what kind of monster is this... ah... so long... so deep..."
"Do you like it? Is it still itchy? Do you want me to treat it for you?" the general manager asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes, yes," Mrs. Hu said repeatedly, "It's so itchy... I'm so itchy... Quick... Quickly heal my sister... Ah... Hmm..."
Unable to resist the beauty's urging, the general manager quickly swayed his thick waist, thrusting his long, hard penis in and out, making Mrs. Hu's eyes glaze over with desire, her small mouth pouting. He leaned in and sucked on her fragrant red lips, biting and nibbling. Mrs. Hu's soft tongue darted out, mingling with his. The general manager took a few deep breaths, and his thrusts became even more vigorous.
"Ugh... Ugh..." The two had no time to talk, their emotions running high, their thrusts intense and powerful: "Ah... Ah... Faster... Harder..."
Suddenly, someone walked by on the path in the distance, laughing. Although the general manager heard it, he was in the throes of passion and didn't want to stop, continuing to thrust relentlessly. Mrs. Hu didn't want him to give up halfway either, so she raised her legs and clamped his buttocks, burying her face in his chest, trying to keep her moans down.
It sounded like several people were talking. Why were they gathered there, talking and not leaving?
The two of them were both worried and excited, acting like they were going crazy, especially Mrs. Hu. She was squirting, her skirt was soaked. The general manager was still pressing on her, not letting go, each thrust going deep. Her waist suddenly spasmed, her whole body went numb, her face tilted back, her mouth pursed, but she couldn't make a sound. Her arms were clenched, her buttocks clenched, hot fluid splattered, and she came again.
"Mmm...uh..." she gritted her teeth to keep from crying out.
Those people still didn't leave. The general manager was working hard, and Mrs. Hu could only pant, trying to release her physical pleasure by kissing the general manager's face wildly.
Suddenly, the voices grew much closer, startling both of them. Panic and disoriented, the general manager hastily pulled out his penis. Good heavens, he was indeed old but still vigorous, proud and erect. Mrs. Hu had no time to admire or praise him; she simply turned and squatted down with the general manager, their backs to the outside. They pretended to rummage through the two buckets to conceal the incredibly erotic scene from a moment before.
Perhaps because of the tall grass, the people didn't seem to notice them, and the footsteps and voices faded into the distance. The general manager and Mrs. Hu turned around and, seeing they were gone, exchanged a glance and burst out laughing. "
How embarrassing..." Mrs. Hu said.
"But it was also very exciting, wasn't it?" the general manager said.
"But...but it felt very strange..." Mrs. Hu said with a shy smile.
"What's strange?"
"Oh dear...doing this with someone you know...it's so embarrassing..." Mrs. Hu blushed.
"Oh..." the general manager asked, "Does Mrs. Hu usually sleep with strangers?"
"Ah! You're talking nonsense..." Mrs. Hu retorted, hitting him, "You're bullying me..."
The general manager laughed, hugged her, and the two rolled to the ground.
"Good sister, I'm not done yet," the general manager said, kissing her cheek.
"I don't want to talk to you..." Mrs. Hu pretended to get up.
The general manager reached out and tickled her, making her giggle and laugh. How could she stand up? The general manager then reached under her skirt and tried to pull down her panties. She covered herself up, but the general manager became even more impatient and his movements became rough. Mrs. Hu was afraid that he would accidentally tear her panties, so she obediently let him take them off.
"Hmm..." the general manager said, holding the small panties, "Why are you wearing such girly flowery panties?"
"Mind your own business!" Mrs. Hu said, making a face.
"I don't care about you..." The general manager pressed her down on the grass again, whispering, "I'll fuck you..."
Mrs. Hu closed her eyes, a smile on her lips, and said nothing more. The general manager's penis remained inside her. He lifted Mrs. Hu's legs onto his shoulders, aligned her vagina, and squeezed in the head of his penis.
Mrs. Hu's labia immediately released a large pool of slippery, glistening fluid. The general manager pushed in, this time without hesitation, thrusting all the way in one go, hitting her G-spot, making Mrs. Hu gasp and feel weak all over.
"Brother is so long... mmm... mmm..." she moaned.
"Isn't Little Hu this long?" The general manager began to thrust.
"No... no... but... ah... be gentle... but he's quite thick..." Mrs. Hu said.
"Thicker than mine?" The general manager was unconvinced and gradually increased his force.
"Mmm...mmm...just a little bit...just a little bit thick...ah...ah...so good..." Mrs. Hu said, trembling.
"Not even a little bit..." The general manager actually became jealous of her husband: "I'll fuck you...I'll fuck you...who do you feel good with...hmm...who do you feel good with..."
"Ah...ah...it feels good with my brother...it feels good with my brother...so good..."
"Which brother? You must call your husband 'brother' too..." the general manager pressed.
"With you...with my general manager brother...with my general manager's own brother...it feels the best...ah...ah...you're so amazing...ouch...it's pierced...ah..."
"You slut..." the general manager said, "You already have two children, how can you still be so tight? So beautiful? It's killing me..."
"Brother, do you like it... Oh... Oh... Sister is so beautiful... Do you want me to... pamper me often... Ah... Again... It's inside my favorite spot again... Ah... Ah... I... I... Oh no... I can't take it anymore... Ah... Ah..."
Mrs. Hu thrust her hips forward, shaking violently. The general manager felt like he was sailing in a stormy sea, and he was getting a little dizzy from her advances. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself, lest his emotions be swept away by Mrs. Hu's dance.
"Wow... You're so slutty... How can Little Hu possibly satisfy you..." the general manager exclaimed.
"Ah...ah...coming..." Mrs. Hu didn't care what he said and continued to seduce him: "I'm coming...ah...dear brother...I'm going to die...ah...ah...God...ah...ah...all the time...ah...ah..."
This time she had a continuous orgasm, her vaginal opening contracted tightly, and with the "squelching" sound of the thrusting, the general manager felt it very deeply. He wanted to hold back but couldn't, and he was about to finish his business.
"Brother...you...you've gotten even longer...ah...ah...how could this be...ah...so deep...so satisfying...you're such a great brother...oh...oh...God...I'm going to die...I'm going to die...ah...ah..."
"Good little sister, you're so wanton..." the general manager said in a hoarse voice, "Brother is having such a good time, I'm going to cum inside you..."
"Cum...cum here...cum me to death, little sister..."
The general manager jumped up and straddled Mrs. Hu's chest, his dark and shiny penis standing guard, pointing domineeringly at Mrs. Hu's face. Without saying a word, Mrs. Hu opened her mouth and took it in. After only two sucks, hot semen gushed out, thick and plentiful. Mrs. Hu protested with moans, but her hands held the shaft tightly, swallowing it mouthful by mouthful.
"Oh..." the general manager exhaled with satisfaction.
"Tsk...tsk..." Mrs. Hu greedily sucked on his glans, licking up all his semen.
"Oh...good little sister," the general manager said, looking down at her, "you're such a lovely girl."
"Brother is so strong too, um, even after I ejaculated, it didn't go completely soft, um..." Mrs. Hu said indistinctly, her mouth full of something.
The general manager deliberately moved his penis in and out of her mouth before turning over and sitting on the grass. Sure enough, although his penis had softened a bit, it still maintained a considerable hardness.
"Ah, that's how I am," the general manager said, "After I ejaculate, it takes a while for it to go completely soft. My wife and I often take advantage of this time to thrust a hundred or so more." "
Really?" Mrs. Hu squinted at him.
The general manager could see what she was thinking, and pulled her hand, saying, "Try it if you don't believe me!" Mrs. Hu didn't object, so the general manager turned her over and made her kneel on the ground. Mrs. Hu pulled a bucket to her chest and leaned it against her, sticking her buttocks up high. The general manager lifted her skirt, revealing her round, plump buttocks, pink and delicate, charming and alluring. The general manager had been having sex with her for a while, and now he saw her naked body. The tip of his penis twitched slightly again.
The general manager half-squatted behind Mrs. Hu, pinched his swaying penis with his right hand, and found Mrs. Hu's honey pot. Mrs. Hu's intense passion had subsided, and her labia had regained their elasticity and softness. Moreover, they were wet and slippery. Although the general manager's penis wasn't very hard after intercourse, it was easy to insert the tip. With a slight thrust, he immediately thrust in and pounded her to the very bottom.
"Oh...that's great..." Mrs. Hu hummed.
"How was it?" the general manager asked.
"I surrender...you're really something...oh...you can still fuck after you've already come...uh..." Mrs. Hu begged for mercy.
"Surrender won't work," the general manager said, thrusting into her with loud thuds, "you'll still get a beating."
"Ah...ah...I'm so pitiful...oh...I'm so miserable...oh...I feel so good...brother..." Mrs. Hu murmured incoherently.
Amidst the teasing, the voices that had just left seemed to mischievously return. The two quickly lay flat, the general manager pressing down on Mrs. Hu, watching warily. Only after the people had passed and gone did they look at each other again, unable to suppress their laughter.
This time, the general manager's penis really went soft, shrunken and limp, pushed and pushed away by Mrs. Hu's vaginal muscles, finally slipping out of her vagina, unable to hold on any longer.
"Huh...it's gone soft," Mrs. Hu said deliberately. "Oh, what am I going to do? I'm so miserable!"
The general manager gently bit Mrs. Hu's pink cheek, laughing and scolding, "You little slut, don't make me hard again, or I'll make you want to remarry."
"Okay, I'll wait for you, don't be a liar!" Mrs. Hu wasn't afraid at all.
The two straightened their clothes, and Mrs. Hu didn't ask the general manager for her underwear back, leaving her bare bottom exposed. She picked up the bucket and turned on the tap to fill it with water.
"My clothes and skirt are all dirty..." Mrs. Hu grumbled.
"Then wash them!" the general manager said.
"How do I wash them?" Mrs. Hu asked, thinking that the Boy Scouts would always have a good method.
"Wash them like this..." The general manager scooped up water from the bucket and splashed it on Mrs. Hu.
"Ouch..." Mrs. Hu's skirt was soaked.
"Damn it..." She immediately bent down and scooped up a handful of water to retaliate, and for a moment, water splashed everywhere, and the two of them were like drowned rats, not knowing whether they had been splashed or were themselves.

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